WE MISS THEM
WE MISS THEM
The sun went down the Mountains
Birds flew from one telephone pole to another
Dusk creeped and took the throne
We placed the red roses on their Graves
Uttering silent prayers
We sat on the log of woods
That were abandoned in the past
Next to the Graves
Our skins glimmered
When they came into contact
With golden rays of moonlight
A little slumber took us away
And our faces melted with tears
When we remembered our gone friends ,brothers and sisters
The moments we shared
Basking in the hot sand of Africa
Singing our favourite songs
But all we were left was a sad story
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OUR LAST WALTZ TO FOLLIA
My heart writhes of pain, in the chilling fire
The fire for which she gathered, tinder
My quill and his ink froze, in the chilling fire
The fire which she gathered for my pyre.
My vellum sits bone-dry, in the chilling fire
Her fire, which burns my voices to cinder
Every fortnight, I see her glistening eyes
Reciting a monotonous sonnet of grey
That sonnet would never ever suffice
In sheathing me from her stagnant voice
As she smothers my final embers of life
As she “graces” me staleness from life’s fray
Her brushed hair, smooth in bronze.
Her florid face, baroque and supple.
Her lips, curled to a fluttering smile
Her gait, silent, steady and subtle
Her eyes, icy daggers skewering my heart
Her fingertips, flames freezing my breathe
I await in void as her hand rests on mine
Glaring the gloaming sky with heavy eyes...
If I was an Angel
I wonder if when I was created,
I was meant to suffer.
That the invisible thread sewed into my back to carry my wings were to ache,
To stretch and tug on my shoulder blades.
Feeling as if to pry from their sockets.
I think my halo was woven tightly to my head to remind me that I had an expectation to uphold,
A head to hold high.
Sometimes that halo feels like it will rip my scalp off.
My feet bruise easily,
They are always tender and sore.
Every step I take the coal burns through the pads of my heels,
Flames lick up my legs slowly.
Relishing in the pain is the only thing I know.
As for my lips,
When I kiss you I’m sorry my teeth crash against yours.
Slicing on your gums, making you bleed.
When my hands trace down your body,
They are biting.
Burning to the touch,
I apologize.
If on...
The Vail
Through the spectrum of ethereal plain,
lights follow the issuing wisdom train.
Spoken of by fair nymphs pointing to those beams,
the Vail of belief to adore and its waiting redeems.
To proof the superiority of a belief to the faith of another,
is not knowing the language of the brother.
The trustworthy celestial soul brings forth all,
for it assimilates all in its own being of total.
The lover of souls and server of humanity,
have no law or books but perfect natures certainty.
The road of duty leading to that purpose,
simple reasons without a fancy circus.
To delve into matter that matters little,
raising dust to visions very fickle.
The believer sustenance is his faith,
reasons belonging to earth and heavens wait.
Its depth is heavenly and surface earthly,
filling the gab in form of reasons ...
My departure delayed
selfish listening is even bigger and more murderous today than if I could share it with me! A larger, uninhabited continent is at war with me than anyone could understand! Curiously, however, I threw myself thirsty at hyena landscapes; they would have been called by the conciliatory smiles that sent me, the promises that could be kept — I would have put my trembling child's soul, trembling in my innocent tears, in the palm of My Beloved!
If he looks into the mirror of another seer - he offers him a teasing shadow! When someone sees me “on the other side” he only senses my chubby fur-crust: an emotional Marsian! My loneliness is also a rich relative of the waterfall of my falling Star Tears shining at night! What would I find and get to know? I'm autumn: my falling letters, if they don't pay attention, the wind often sweeps away…<...
THE TELEPHONE CALL....
It was just another evening, as I sat alone,
When a stranger called me on the telephone,
His voice was not familiar, as he began to speak,
Whilst I listened to his wisdom, he made my legs go weak.
........
He told me of a future that offered little hope,
One of devastation, civilians would not cope,
Pollutions we had scattered were poisoning the earth,
Babies not surviving, beyond the point of birth.
..........
Cattle were not grazing, no life form in the sea,
Wheat was now a memory, along with bread for tea,
Farmers crops faced failure on these barren la...